As the BEEs clear out the arena, I watch as each of my friends is led away, their faces a mix of exhaustion and relief. Dior's gaze meets mine for a fleeting moment before she too is ushered out, leaving only Soza, the creepy proctor, and me in the silent chamber.
The air hangs heavy with the lingering scent of blood, sweat, and the remnants of the nightmarish creatures that once roamed the maze. It's an oppressive atmosphere, suffocating in its intensity.
Breaking the tense silence, I turn to Soza, my voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within me. "Why am I to remain here?" I ask, my eyes locked with hers as she rises from her exhausted state.
Soza meets my gaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. "Why are you here?" she counters, her tone probing and insistent. It's a question that cuts to the core of my intentions, forcing me to confront the truth buried beneath layers of deception.
